EXT. KENT FARM — KENT HOME — DAY
We have jumped forward three months. Jonathan and Clark are now in their front yard, working on repairs to the Model T. A farm jack precariously propping up the rear end of the vehicle, Jonathan lies beneath the vehicle’s undercarriage, working away while Clark sits crouched down low with a toolbox beside him.
JONATHAN
Alright, hand me the wrench.
Reaching into the toolbox, Clark fishes around until he finds the wrench and hands it to his father. Opening the front door, Martha steps out onto the porch.
MARTHA
Time to get yourselves inside and washed up, boys. Supper’s on.
JONATHAN
(sighs) I guess we’re calling it a night, Clark. (beat) It looks like rain. Pick the tools up and put the box in the cab.
Collecting the loose tools, Clark takes up the toolbox, crosses to the right side of the truck, and opens the door. That action is enough to pop the jack loose. Registering the imminent danger, Clark reacts automatically; in a blur of motion, he dashes over to the back end of the truck, grabs the underside of the bed, and holds it there in place, preventing the vehicle from collapsing onto Jonathan and crushing him.
CLARK
Got it, Pa! (pained) Can’t hold it….
Jonathan scrambles out from beneath the truck, his small son straining to hold up a vehicle the elder Kent couldn’t begin to lift under his own power. Once Jonathan is clear, Clark lets go, allowing the rear of the truck to slam down. Martha just stands there on the porch, flabbergasted.
INT. KENT HOME/LIVING ROOM — NIGHT
Jonathan sits on the couch while Martha paces about the room, restless and irate.
MARTHA
(cont’d) For three months you’ve known! Land’s sakes alive! Three months!
JONATHAN
I was planning on telling you, Martha….
MARTHA
(stops in mid-stride; faces Jonathan) That date wouldn’t have coincided with Clark’s 18th birthday by any chance, now, would it?
JONATHAN
What should I have said, Martha? “Honey, a bull trampled our son into the earth this afternoon, but don’t you worry, 'cause our boy’s a modern age Achilles; he got right back up without so much as a scratch on him.”? (beat) I wanted to give it some time, figure out a way to break the news to you gently, to … to avoid a reaction.
MARTHA
(taps foot impatiently) What type of reaction?
JONATHAN
(frowns) This type of reaction, exactly! (beat) I figured on telling you sooner, but I guess the time got away from me….
Sighing, Martha lets her frustration go. She takes a seat beside her husband on the couch.
MARTHA
But this is the first time Clark … did this?
JONATHAN
He certainly wasn’t a Hercules in miniature this April, I can tell you.
Her features creased with worry, Martha takes Jonathan’s hands in hers.
MARTHA
First invulnerability, then superhuman strength. By God, Jonathan, what if this is only the beginning? What if Clark develops more abilities? What if he becomes … what is our son going to become?
JONATHAN
He’ll be our son, Martha, come what may. Trust in that.
INT. KENT HOME/DINING ROOM — DAY
We have jumped forward to 1925. Martha sets a plate of scrambled eggs and crisp bacon down on the dining room table as Clark hurries past in single-minded purpose for the front door.
MARTHA
Where are you going, Clark?
CLARK
I’m running late, Ma.
MARTHA
(bemused) You surely have time enough to sit down and —
In a blink of an eye, Clark is gone — along with the bacon and eggs which had moments before been resting upon the now-cleared plate.
MARTHA
(cont’d) eat your breakfast. (sighs)
EXT. MAIN ROAD — DAY
A motorcyclist rides along the main road into Smallville. As a railway crossing appears ahead, he notices a locomotive bearing down on it, and so decides to put the pedal to the metal to beat it. As the motorcyclist zooms ahead, leaning into the artificial wind, Clark comes up alongside him. Noticing Clark out of the corner of his eye, he does a double take. Though Clark is only riding his mere bicycle, by pedalling at super speed, he’s able to keep pace with the motorcyclist.
As the two riders close in upon the crossing, Clark puts on an extra bit of speed; like a shot from a gun, he leaves the motorcyclist eating his dust, clearing the track in an instant. By the time the locomotive comes barrelling down the track, forcing the motorcyclist to hit his breaks and wait out the train’s passing, Clark’s already one-eighth of a mile into the distance.
INT. KENT HOME/CLARK’S BEDROOM — DAY
We have jumped forward to 1927. Clark is seated at his desk, doing homework, when Jonathan appears in the door.
JONATHAN
Clark.
CLARK
(faces Jonathan) Hey, Pa. What is it?
JONATHAN
I was hoping you’d take some time out of your schedule to help your fool pop find his glasses again.
CLARK
Not a problem. (looks down & squints)
CLARK’S P.O.V. — LIVING ROOM
The carpeted floor disappears beneath Clark, affording him a view of the floors on the storey underfoot. Zooming in, he focuses in on the living room couch. The couch cushions themselves grow transparent, revealing Jonathan’s glasses wedged between them.
INT. KENT HOME/CLARK’S BEDROOM — DAY
CLARK
They’re inside the couch.
JONATHAN
Glasses are more trouble than they’re worth, son. Count your blessings you’ll never have to wear the damned things.
EXT. FOREST — DAY
We have jumped forward to 1929. Clark is running through the woods, blue-merled Shelby — his four-month-old puppy — tagging along beside him. As they emerge through the trees, they come to the edge of a large, deep ravine. Though Shelby stops in her tracks, Clark takes a running leap clear across the ravine.
CLARK
Yahoo!
Landing on the other side, Clark turns to Shelby. The puppy begins barking, despondent that she can’t follow her master.
FADE OUT
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